#and then him wondering where she is followed by the betrayed anger on his face when percy tells him what happened

[gideonnavsenormousbiceps]

listen I know season one isn't even finished releasing yet but I would love to have season three already. I like sea of monsters as much as anyone but titans curse was soul crushing in the best way and will probably be my favorite season

[s0urw00lf]

Stiles Stillinski: The Best friend

Stiles stillinski x fem!reader

Summary:

Stiles and stiles are the best friends.

Also just to be clear I know that the true meaning behind this song is, I just heard that one clip and got an idea.

(Stiles in a backwards cap>>>)

I’m just the best friend in Hollywood movies, who only exist to continue the story.

The pack had made plans to go bowling, and didn’t think to tell stiles and y/n who were sitting at home trying to solve one of their most recent supernatural problems. Y/n sighed “where the hell is Scott?” She asked impatiently. The pair had been waiting on him for about 45 minutes. Stiles shrugged and asked “should I call him again?”. Y/n shook her head “no, we’re gonna go over to his house and see what the hell is up” she said standing up. Stiles didn’t object following close behind her. when they arrived at Scott’s, stiles rang the door bell. Not 10 seconds later the door opened to show an out of breath Melissa. “Stiles, y/n? What are you doing here why aren’t you with the others?” She asked. The pair looked at each other then back at her in confusion “what do you mean Scott was supposed to meet us an hour ago to talk about the recent “drama”” stiles said. Melissa seemed taken aback “guys, the others are at the movies” she said. y/n looked at stiles shocked while he just stared at Melissa in seemingly stunned. “Okay, thanks” y/n said grabbing stiles and dragging him to the Jeep. Tears stung at y/ns eyes and stiles looked like he had just been betrayed. Y/n grabbed his hand making him look at her. She put a smile on as tears ran down her face “I’m sure it was a mistake” she said the words trying to cheer the boy up but not even believing them herself.

The girl gets the guy while I’m standing off screen

Y/n and stiles watched all of their friends fall in and out of love wondering if they’d ever find that kind of connection, They both found comfort in each other since in the same situation. It was especially bad when they both lost their crushes to people that weren’t them. They sat broken, crying together and eventually healed together.

So, ill wait for my cue to be comedic relief

“I don’t know how to help you to help me tell you something that would help you if I don’t know it” stiles said to Scott’s dad who was holding him and y/n hostage at this point. He looked to y/n “you seem to be the more sensible one here, help me out would ya?” Scotts dad asked. Y/n looked at stiles who just shrugged and back at the tall man in front of her “see I would help you but… I don’t know how to help you to help me tell you something that would help you if I don’t know it” she said making the man huff in anger, discreetly high giving stiles who had a proud look on his face.

Can’t be too loud

“SHHHHH” echoed across the room while everyone looked at stiles and y/n who were just goofing around during the game.

Can’t be too busy, if I don’t answer now are they still gonna need me?

Y/n had gotten a call from Allison who had asked if she and stiles could help find the new werewolf that they had discovered to which y/n politely declined for te=he first time ever as stiles had asked her on a date. After that it took a week and a half for either of them to be contacted

———

“Hey stiles” y/n spoke up from her place on his chest. She felt his hum vibrate through his body. “Do you think our friends would care if something were to happen to either of us?” She asked. Stiles stiffened as if caught off guard by the question. “Honestly I’m not sure, I think they’d fight to find or save us but not as hard as they would for each other.” He said sounding sad.

Not too long after that conversation void happened, Scott fought his hardest to get stiles back while y/n had sat with boiling anger towards the boy who had only just started caring for his “best friends” again.

[onlyhyunjin]

hi I don't know if you take requests but I was wondering if you could make an Seunghan smut where he's dating the reader and there at a party and y/n runs into her ex who she still has a soft spot for because they are childhood friends then Seunghan shows her who she belongs too.

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 Party ruins - Hong Seunghan

Pairing: Seunghan x fem!reader

word count: 1,080

Genre - smut

Warnings: jealousy, swearing, sex in public, unprotected sex, cumming inside, MINORS DNI!

It was a Saturday night, and you were at a party. You were there with your boyfriend, Seunghan, and things were going good. You were wearing a tight, low-cut dress that hugged your body in all the right places, and you could feel eyes on you as you walked around the party.

As You went to the bar to get another drink, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see your ex-boyfriend juyeon standing there, a mischievous smile on his face. "Hey stranger," he said, his eyes roaming over your body. "Long time no see."

You felt a flutter in your stomach as you took in his handsome face and toned body. You had always had a soft spot for him, and it had been a while since you'd last seen him. "Hi," you said, a little breathlessly. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question," he replied, his eyes flicking to Seunghan, who was deep in conversation across the room. "I didn't know you two ran in the same circles."

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "He's my boyfriend," you said, unable to keep the pride out of your voice.

Your ex raised an eyebrow, a challenging look in his eye. "Is that so? Well, I can't say I'm surprised. You always did have a thing for trashy boys."

You felt a spark of irritation at his tone, but before you could respond, he leaned in closer, his breath tickling your ear. "But I know I could still fuck you better than he ever could."

You pulled back, your heart racing as you felt a rush of desire mixed with anger. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" you hissed. "I have a boyfriend."

As much as you wanted to deny it, you knew he was right. You had always had a weakness for your ex, and the spark between you had never really faded. You felt a throb between your legs.

Just then, Seunghan appeared at your side, his arm possessively around your waist. "Everything okay here?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene before him.

You felt a rush of guilt, but your ex just smirked, holding his ground. "Everything's fine," he said smoothly. "Just catching up with an old friend."

Seunghan's gaze darkened, and you could tell he didn't believe a word. "I think it's time for us to go," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

You nodded, your heart pounding as Seunghan started to lead you away. But as you turned to go, your ex grabbed your hand, pulling you close one last time. "Text me later," he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. "I know you want to."

You shivered at his touch, your body betraying you as you felt a rush of wetness between your legs. "Fuck off," you whispered, pulling away and following Seunghan out of the party.

As soon as you were outside, Seunghan spun you around to face him, his eyes blazing with a mixture of desire and anger. "What the fuck was that?" he demanded.

You felt a surge of defiance mixed with arousal. "What was what?" you challenged, your eyes flashing.

He growled, clearly affected by your tone. "Don't play dumb with me. I saw the way he was looking at you, and the way you were responding. You still want him, don't you?"

You bit your lip, unable to deny it. "Maybe I do," you said softly, running your hands up his chest. "But he's not the one I'm with. It's you I want, right here, right now.

Seunghan's eyes darkened even further as he crushed his lips to yours, kissing you hard. You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pushed you up against the wall, his hips grinding into yours.

"You want me to prove I'm better than him?" he growled against your mouth. "Then let me show you.

"Without another word, he spun you around, pressing you up against the wall with your face to the bricks. You felt his hands on your thighs, hiking up your dress as he pulled your panties to the side. With one swift motion, he entered you from behind, filling you with his thick cock.

You gasped at the sudden invasion, your pussy already throbbing and wet. Seunghan thrust into you hard, his hands gripping your hips as he pounded into you. You could feel the rough bricks against your cheeks, the cool night air on your exposed skin, and Seunghan's hot breath on the back of your neck.

"You like that, you dirty girl?" he growled, his hips snapping against yours. "You like getting fucked by your boyfriend in public?"

"Yes!" you moaned, pushing back against him. "Harder, Hani, fuck me harder!

"He obliged, slamming into you with force, making you cry out with each thrust. You felt exposed and vulnerable, but the combination of pain and pleasure was overwhelming. You closed your eyes, your head falling back against his shoulder as you surrendered to the sensations coursing through your body.

Seunghan's hands moved up your body, cupping your breasts as he squeezed and pinched your nipples. "That's it, baby, cum for me," he urged, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me feel that tight pussy clench around my dick.

"His words sent you over the edge, and you cried out as your orgasm washed over you. You felt your pussy pulsating around Seunghan's cock, your juices flowing as your body shook with pleasure.

Seunghan groaned as he felt you climax, his own release building. With a few more sharp thrusts, he reached his peak, filling you with his hot cum as he rode out his orgasm.

You slumped against the wall, breathless and spent, as Seunghan slowly pulled out of you. He smoothed down your dress, his hands lingering on your body for a moment before stepping back.

You turned to face him, your eyes smoldering with post orgasm desire. "Let's get out of here," he said, taking your hand. "I want you all to myself for the rest of the night."

You smiled, knowing exactly what he meant. As you walked away, you felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that you'd just experienced one of the most intense fucks of your life, and the night was far from over.

The next morning, you woke up in Seunghan's arms, your body still tingling from the afterglow of the night before.

@onlyhyunjin. Do not steal, copy, plagiarize, or translate my work, especially without my consent.

[queenshelby]

Forbidden Desire (Part 21)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest, Smut

Please comment and engage xx 😘

The following day, when you woke up, exhausted from tending to a crying child all night, it was Frances who brought you some breakfast to your room.

"Good Morning Miss Shelby," she said as, ever so gently, she laid out the food before you.

She seemed especially sensitive today, attuned to the tensions that permeated throughout the house. As she handed you a cup of tea, she offered, “If you need anything at all, please don't hesitate.”

"Thank you, Frances," you smiled without needing to take up her offer for assistance before enquiring about the whereabouts of your fiancé. "Do you know where Robert might be?" you wondered, seeing that he had risen early that day.

"I believe that he has gone hunting with Mr Shelby," Frances informed you, causing your chin to drop.

"He's gone hunting with my father?" you asked, but Frances shook her head. 

"No, miss. He has gone hunting with your uncle, Thomas Shelby," she said apologetically and, immediately, you froze, stunned by the news.

"Has anyone else gone with them?" you wondered, seeing that, not only had Robert never held a rifle before, nor did you consider it wise for him to spend time alone with Tommy while Tommy was in possession of a weapon of such kind. 

"No, they have left the house on their own. I believe that I heard Mr Shelby say that he wanted to get to know him a bit better now that he was marrying you," Frances elaborated, her sympathetic demeanor evident. 

Feeling concerned for Robert's safety, you could feel anger rising within you. How dare Tommy take advantage of Robert's naïveté, you thought, but, before you could interrogate Frances further, there came a knock at the door.

Opening it, you discovered your father, Arthur, standing on the other side, an amused smile playing upon his lips.

"Fucking Hell, Love," he drawled, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "You cannot seriously marry this man," he laughed before shaking his head disapprovingly. 

"Excuse me?" you murmured, taken aback by his demure.

"Your Uncle has gone out to the woods with him to shoot a stag and he threw up all over his own fucking suit," Arthur chuckled, referring to the fact that Robert felt somewhat sickened by the act of the hunt. "And I thought he is a fucking doctor," he then added, laughing even more.

"He is a doctor yes and, unlike you and the rest of my family, he may not enjoy the act of killing," you retorted defiantly, feeling slightly irritated by your father's mockery, just as Robert barged into the room as well.

His face pale and sweaty, he looked almost ill and, just as he approached you, you could smell the vomit on his clothes.

"Frances will have these cleaned for you," you assured him kindly, gesturing for him to sit down. Ignoring your suggestion, Robert went straight for the mirror in your suite, studying his reflection intently. Seeing his discomfort, you decided to intervene.

"Perhaps hunting isn't for you darling, and I don't blame you," you remarked carefully, but Robert was evidently upset and offended. 

"Just shut up, Y/N! Please!" he snapped, his hands clenching into tight fists as if daring them to betray his fragile state. His expression clouded over with frustration and shame.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" you demanded incredulously, surprised by his uncharacteristically harsh response.

Robert visibly crumbled under your gaze, looking genuinely repentant.

"I…I didn't mean it like that, alright? Sorry. But, Jesus Christ, Y/N. I don't belong here. I shouldn't have come here," he admitted miserably, clearly regretting his outburst. "And neither should you. You don't belong here either," he then lectured you sternly, unable to conceal his disappointment and frustration. "This place isn't suited for people like us – we aren't killers, murderers, criminals," Robert told you without knowing that you, too, had killed a man before, albeit in self-defense. 

"Last night, I saw two body bags being carried out of the yards. Your uncle and father were watching on as some gypsy picked them up. You were fast asleep finally, so I did not mention it at the time. I knew you needed the rest," Robert continued, choosing his words carefully. His vulnerability was touching, making you want to reach out and comfort him. However, unsure how to approach him after his earlier outburst, you remained silent until he asked a very relevant question.

"You aren't involved in any criminal activities back in Boston, are you?" Robert prodded cautiously, attempting to reconcile the disparity between the life he knew of you and the reality of living amongst the Shelby Family.

Looking away briefly, you struggled to find the right words. While you couldn't deny that you weren't entirely innocent, it wasn't something you wished to discuss with him.

Instead, you decided to provide him with an answer which would suffice for the moment.

"My line of work is complicated," you began diplomatically, causing Robert to sigh with frustration.

"Is it alcohol or is it drugs you are bringing into Boston?" he wanted to know earnestly, his brow furrowed in concern.

Suddenly aware of the depth of trust he was seeking from you, you took a deep breath before answering honestly.

"It's only alcohol and I promise you that I will not get involved in the import of anything else. No drugs. No weapons. No prostitutes," you replied firmly, determined to give him an account that wouldn't put you in immediate danger upon returning home and, after several moments of silence, Robert cleared his throat awkwardly, changing the subject. 

"When we get back to Boston, we will plan our wedding. I want you to leave this life behind. You can stay home and look after Edward. You can be a housewife, be looked after and cared for by me. I am a good man Y/N and you deserve a good man," Robert insisted passionately, his green eyes burning brightly with determination.

"We shall see, Robert," you told him just as Edward began to cry once again. You had no intention of becoming a stay-at-home mother and knew that, a life like this, as a doctor's wife, would not satisfy you. 

The idea of giving up the excitement and thrill you derived from working alongside the menacing figures around you made you uneasy, yet simultaneously, you craved stability.

***

As you went on with your day at Arrow House, you and Edward spent time in the gardens before tending to the horses while Robert took solace in Tommy's vast library and Lizzie went for yet another dress fitting for her wedding.

Along with the maids and two Blinders he had employed for security, Tommy was the only other person at home and, with Robert having indulged himself in some books, this gave him the perfect opportunity to bond with his six-month old son without raising suspicions. 

"May I hold him?" Tommy thus asked as you met him in the stables to show Edward the horses. There was a certain tenderness about him, an empathy that seemed completely misplaced among those present. And yet, his gentleness and compassion struck you as oddly familiar. Something stirred deep within your heart, echoing through forgotten memories, resonating beneath your skin.

"Of course. Just watch out for the horses," you cautioned lightly, handing over your son to Tommy.

Though it appeared effortless when holding Edward, the way he cradled the baby showed immense care and attention.

There was a palpable air of trepidation surrounding Tommy when he was near his son, a hint of fear mixed with uncertainty lingering within his heart. 

"He is perfect," Tommy whispered reverentially, staring deeply into Edwards’ wide round eyes and tiny fingers. It was as though he was trying to memorize every aspect of his son before you would return to the US. This unspoken need reflected a level of desperation Tommy tried hard to hide, but you could sense it. 

"Perhaps you could visit us in Boston one day?" you suggested tentatively, hoping to ease some of the tension building around you and, though this notion was not unappealing to you, you also recognized the potential risks associated with crossing paths with Tommy again, especially considering the circumstances that led to your departure from Birmingham in the first place. 

"Yes... perhaps," Tommy agreed reluctantly, avoiding eye contact. As much as he desired a connection with his child, he feared what reuniting with you might bring.  

"I should take him back inside. He needs a sleep," you eventually said softly, breaking the tension between you and Tommy.

Handing Edward back gingerly, you noted how Tommy tenderly held onto the baby, savouring every last second before parting ways.

"Good luck," he chuckled, seeing that Edward was a terrible sleeper, just like his father.

"Thank you," you smiled warmly, turning to make your way back into the house, leaving Tommy alone with the horses. Although there was still an underlying tension between you both, the fleeting interaction left you with a strange mix of emotions - sadness, nostalgia, desire. Intrigued by the unexpected affection you shared for Tommy, now more than ever, your curiosity peaked further.

Back inside, you proceeded toward the guest room in which you were staying and, just after Edward finally went down for his sleep, you sought out Frances to locate some writing paper, wanting to write to your mother who had since located to Belfast. 

"Usually there is some paper inside the reading-room, on the cabinet to the left,"

she informed you helpfully, leading you to where you thought you may find what you were searching for.

When you arrived, however, you discovered that Robert had fallen asleep there and neither of you wanted to disturb him.

"Mr Shelby should have some in his office," she added tactfully, indicating that you should seek him out instead and, since you knew where he usually kept his writing supplies, you entered his office unannounced, knowing full well that he was still inside the stables. 

Entering the opulent space, adorned with luxurious leather furniture and expensive Persian carpets, you approached his large mahogany desk and began rifling through its contents, finding exactly what you were looking for.

However, when you picked up a pile of elegant writing paper from one of the draws, buried beneath it you found several letters that were addressed to you. 

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[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Godfather v111

18+ mdni

Warnings : profanity, mature themes, sexual content, fingering, unprotected sex , asshole Jake , drunk Jake , puking , other shit

Pairings: Jake x fem reader ft. Ethan

You didn't know how you slept last night with your mind running with thoughts , Wondering what Jake's problem was. You had to ask him. He couldn't avoid it and pretend it didn't happen forever .

You went downstairs, finding Jake grabbing his stuff to leave for work.

"Jake" you say as you quickly grabbed your stuff too .

"yeah?" He asks as he opens the door to leave and you run after him. He was your only ride to work . And he didn't even bother to make sure you ate breakfast. You'd didn't care about that right now. You wanted answers.

"can we talk about last n-" you start to talk as he walks out the front door to the car with you following behind him.

"y|n-!" He stops and turns to face you, making you stop and stare at him.

"I told you already. We were drunk. Forget it" he says and you feel anger run through you , your chest rising and falling heavily.

"forget it!? Do you know what that meant to me!? You know we weren't drunk Jake! You're just a fucking asshole!" You scream loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.

"lower your voice" Jake says sternly but you know Jake could do nothing to do even if he tried .

"fuck you" you squint in irritation as you walks past him.

"where are you going?" He asks as you start walking down the street instead of getting in the car.

"I'm leaving" you say as you march down the street , heading to the nearest bus stand.

"leaving where?" Jake yells as he walks after you .

"I'm finding a place to move out. I'm 18 Jake , did you forget?" You snap at him as you walk away. Jake realised you were old enough to do what you wanted to do now , and that he legally had no way to stop you anymore.

He got into his car and drove to work , hoping to forget about it. But he couldn't get his mind off you. As he sat there in the studio with his brothers, mindlessly playing the guitar, all he could think of was you and everything that happened.

"alright Jake what the fuck!?" Josh screams , almost throwing his mic at Jake as Jake braced for impact.

"you've been playing like shit , what the fuck is wrong with you?' Sam asks as the music stops .

"y|n didn't come to work today. What did you do?" Josh asks , making Sam and danny frown in confusion.

"i- nothing-! It's not that simple Josh it's complicated!" Jake defended.

"wait what-? What's going on with y|n ?" Sam asks , equally as lost as danny.

"they like eachother but Jake's a fucking pussy" Josh answers.

"what!?" Sam and danny almost say in sync.

"I'm not a pussy! I just can't betray Mike! We grew up with y|n like she was our baby sister Josh , it's weird!" Jake yells.

"well , not really if you think about it" danny says.

"I've seen people fuck their own siblings" Sam says out of nowhere making everyone yell at him to shut up.

"that's not the point- I can't do this to Mike" Jake says.

"Mike's not here anymore Jake" danny adds .

"exactly" Josh agrees.

"Who's going to think about how Mike left us and what he did to us when he od'd ? He didn't care" Sam shrugs.

"he's got a point" danny nods.

"and the both of you actually like eachother to the point it can't be denied. That's rare Jake" Josh says.

"she's always had a crush on you" danny recollects and Sam y nods at him.

"fuck but I just-" Jake sighs as he wiped his palm over his face .

"stop stressing Jake. She wants you and you want her , stop trying to deny it" Josh points out.

"yeah well she sure as hell doesn't want me anymore" Jake speak with a sigh.

"what do you mean? Why didn't she come to work today?" Josh asks.

"she went to look for a place to move out" Jake answers and Josh burst into laughter.

"what the fuck did you do?" Josh asks , still laughing.

"well , after I spoke to you on the phone I went up to talk to her. And I might've kissed her and then told her to forget it like it never happened" Jake answers.

"oh my god" Josh dramatically holds his head in disappointment.

"kissed her!?" Sam asks in shock .

"yeah. After y'all left last night, we were playing around and then she kissed me out of nowhere. And I didn't kiss her back so she panicked and started apologizing and saying she was drunk. And then I called up Josh to ask him what to do and-" Jake explains .

"oh don't blame this on me you bastard!" Josh points at him.

"I'm not!" Jake snaps back before turning back to Sam and danny to explain everything.

"holy shit. You're stupid Jake" Sam laughs at the whole story but danny seems to sympathise .

"yeah no you really are" danny says sympsthically. And jake groans in frustration. .

"what am I supposed to do? I've made such a mess of the whole thing" Jake asks as he stares at the floor .

"stop making such a big deal out of it . What happened to the Jake that could pick up chick by just looking at them?" Danny smirks.

"she's not just some chick danny" Jake says .

"stop being a drama queen . just grow some and tell her everything. She'll understand" Josh says.

"yeah. I'm sure she will" danny adds.

"now shut the fuck up and play goddamn it" Sam snaps as he starts picking at his bass , danny coming in with his drums to pick up where y'all left off .

You'd called up Ethan to help you and drive you around. And Ethan happily came to help you, thinking you wanted to get back together with him .

He had been sweet and helpful tho . He helped you find a nice apartment that suited your budget, all you had to do was sign some papers and you could move in. Ethan had bough you lunch after and insisted on driving you home.

Ethan was great. But he wasn't Jake. As much as you tired to get comfortable with him, it would never feel as special as what you and Jake have.

"where's your uh...uncle?" Ethan asks as you let him into the house after offering him entry.

"ew not my uncle. Godfather" you say as you take your shoes off.

"he's still at work. He comes back late so don't worry" you say as you turn to him and he smiles at you.

"why would I be worried?" He smirks.

"I know you. You'll bone every chance you get" you say as you lightly punch his shoulder and he giggles slightly, holding your waist as pulling you into a kiss .

"you know me so well" he says against you lips as you feel him push his hard on against your thigh. He'd probably been hard for a very long time . One of the things you realised about Ethan was that he only wanted to fuck , And you were of no use to him otherwise.

You didn't really want to fuck Ethan right now. But you needed to get your mind off Jake. So technically, the both of you were using eachother. You hoped it was what you needed.

You were wrong.

You were barely wet enough for Ethan to be able to do anything , he played with your clit to try and get you in the mood but Jake was the one lingering in your head. You closed your eyes and imagined Jake touching you instead.

"there you go baby" Ethan praises as he feels you start to get soaked.

Once you were wet enough he started fucking you again, his cock hitting you strong and deep as he kissed your neck , the two of you panting as the bed creaked with your movement and you were finally feeling something.

Jake came home , immediately noticing the foreign pair of men's shoes before hearing the creaking and panting that came from your room upstairs , making his blood boil .

"fuck! J-ethan!" You wailed as you reached your high . You almost called out Jake's name but Ethan was too busy in his own world to notice.

Until the door burst open and Ethan grabbed whatever he could to cover himself, leaving you panting and exposed on the bed.

"what the fuck Jake!?" You scream and you grab your sheets to cover yourself as Ethan quickly threw on his clothes.

"I'm sorry uh- mr.-" Ethan stuttered as he tried to get past Jake to go out of your room .

"Get the fuck out of here" Jake yells at Ethan as Ethan makes a run for it down the stairs.

"what the fuck is wrong with you!? You're not my father Jake!" What the fuck is your problem!?" You scream as you pull your tshirt over your head and grab your pants

"my problem is that I don't want some fucking cocksucker fucking the girl I'm responsible for, in my own fucking house! Were y'all even using a condom!?" Jake yells back .

"Fine then I'll move out next week if you want me gone so bad! And since when did you care ? As if you're not some cocksucker that just wants to bang me anyway" you scoff and then immediately regret what you said.

jake visibly looked like he got shot right through the heart. His face turned red as his eyes got glossy with tears before he stormed out your door , you heard the front door slam shut not long after that.

It broke your heart to see Jake like that . He was being a bitch though. You didn't understand what his problem was. One moment he wanted to act like your father and the next moment he wanted to be your boyfriend.

You dressed up and went downstairs to wait for Jake to come back so you could apologize to him . You knew Jake didn't just want to fuck you. He would never. You should've never said that.

Hours had passed and jake was still not back. You were starting to pass out on the couch , but you were worried about him and that kept you up. You called and texted but he didn't respond or pick up.

Jake came home drunk , tripping and staggering into the house .

You'd dropped off with your phone in your hand and Jake's contact open. Jake's heart melted at the sight. He knew you only said what you said because you were mad at him for kissing you and asking you to pretend it didn't happen, but the fact that you said it meant that you felt it too. And he hated that you felt like he was just interested in boning you.

You woke up to the sound of someone gagging. You immediately sat up , remembering you were supposed to stay awake for Jake.

"Jake?" You call as you went into his room , the door was wide open and so was his bathroom door.

"fuck Jake are you okay?!" You gasp when you see him on his knees , puking his guts out while gripping onto the ceramic of the flush. You could smell the alcohol from a mile away.

You immediately run in to help him , holding his hair up in a makeshift pony as you caressed his back but he kept pushing you away . He didn't want you to see him like this . But what did he expect you to do ? Walk away and leave you like this?

You stay with him till there was nothing left for him to puke out and tears brimmed his eyes with the pain of his stomach contracting so much.

"here c'mon" you murmur as you help him off the bathroom floor , and leaned him over the sink to gargle out his mouth.

"I'll get you water okay?" You say and he nods before you scurry out of his bathroom while he continued to rinse out his mouth.

You came back with water and he drank it all, taking in a deep shaky breath after . He wasn't very drunk , but he wasn't quite sober either .

"I feel horrible" Jake breathes as he sets the glass down on the sink counter and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand

"You should lie down till you feel better-" you say as you hold his hand to help him out of the bathroom.

"No I mean I feel horrible about us. About this" Jake pulls his hand out of yours. You feel your face get hot as you look down.

"Maybe we should talk about this when you're more sober" you say.

"The alcohol just gives me courage y|n. It doesn't make up the words for me" Jake speaks sternly.

"Alright" you nod , having confidence that Jake meant what he said .

"what was that up there with Ethan?" He asks , resting his hip on the sink as he turned to you who was mirroring his position next to him while he pulled out a cigarette and lit in his mouth .

"i- I don't know- nothing I guess?" You answer as you watch him breathe in a puff to get rid of the sick puking feeling.

"no because I just want to make sure before I say what I want to say" Jake says, smoke gushing out of his mouth and nose . You found it hard to maintain eye contact with him in moments like this.

"it was nothing. Just casual" you shake your head.

"okay" he says softly , taking another hit before killing the cigarette on the cold tile , shifting the side of his hip against the counter before reaching out to hold your hand. You instinctively let him take it

"i don't know why you kissed me , and I don't know if you regret. But I'm just going to go out and say that I don't regret it." Jake starts and you feel your chest get tight and your stomach erupt with butterflies .

"I didn't wanna say anything because I don't know what you'd feel about it. I was scared you'd think I'm some perverted fuck , but that's exactly what you think of me anyway-" he says , you could hear the hurt in his voice.

"no Jake I didn't mean that. I was rude and horrible. I know that's not what you are. I just said it out of anger. I really don't think that of you, I swear" you interrupt him desperately.

"it doesn't matter. I acted like a dick and I'm sorry. And I'm sorry if I made you feel stupid" Jake spoke , shaking his head slightly as he stared at the bathroom tiles on the floor .

"and I did mean to kiss you , i wasn't fucking around. I just felt too guilty about it so I asked you to forget it. You'd understand why, your dad was my friend" Jake explains and you nod , looking at him with concern.

"i don't regret it either Jake. I think about you all the time it's making me go mad" you confess as his eyes met yours.

"I know it's wrong and I know it feels like betrayal but I just- I can't help what I feel can I?" You ask.

"no sweetie. You can't" Jake says , the nickname unexpectedly giving you chills as his free hand came up to tuck your hair behind your ear as he looked at you in adoration.

"do you know how happy it makes me that you feel the same way?" He asks and you shake your head.

"of course you wouldn't" Jake muttered to himself as he smiled and looked away , his cheeks were clearly tinted pink.

"I'm tired of all the tension and hiding Jake. I don't wanna keep pushing this away anymore" you say as you unintentionally lean in closer.

"are you saying you wanna-" Jake talks but you cut him off .

"Yes" you interrupt , adreline rushing through you, Your heart thumping excitedly in your chest.

"are you sure?" He asks , looking at you in concern and lacing his fingers with your hand that he held.

"what about Ethan?" Jake asks.

"I dont care about Ethan" you tsk in annoyance and look away before a slight shy smile plastered across his face.

"c'mere" he wraps his free hand behind your back and pulls you into him , wrapping both his arms around you as you did the same for him.

You took a deep smell of his cologne from his shirt , although it had a strong liquor smell as well , you still loved it .

You felt him press a kiss on the top of your head and you broke the hug slightly to look up at him , silently begging him to kiss your lips instead.

He knew what you wanted , his eyes falling to your lips before leaning in and pressing a kiss against your lips. You closed your eyes as you melted into the feeling, your hand went up to hold the back of his neck as you tilted your head , moving further into the kiss .

But he fought back into it , kissing you harder as your mouths opened to catch more of eachother lips. You hummed against his mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

His hands went down to your ass making you panic before he picked you up and sat you on the sink counter in a second , standing between your legs and kissing you even harder , hot with hunger and passion, his eyebrows pinched together in bliss.

You could feel his palms burning into your skin through your clothes from the placement he had on your hips as you fell into his lips , feeling his tongue licking at your lip between the kiss.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth when he opened it wide enough. His tongue played with your piercing that was now almost fully healed , he seemed to like it more than you thought.

You'd wrapped your legs around his waist , arching your chest into his as you bunched his hair up in your fists .

You got desperate when you felt him breaking the kiss , only to pepper kissed along your jaw before going behind your ear , sucking on the sensitive skin , making you roll your eyes back and stretch out your neck for him .

You could feel the curve of his lips against your skin and it felt breath taking. You couldn't help the soft gasp that left you as he sucked harder on your skin.

He lifted up and you crashed your lips against his again , his hands came up to cup your face while you tightened your legs around his waist to pull him closer but he kept moving his hips back.

He picked you off the counter and stumbled out of the bathroom, almost tripping and dropping you in his drunk state , making you squeal against his lips but he rested himself on the door frame before he could fall.

The two of you burst into a hearty giggle against eachothers lips , still not willing to break the kiss as he continued out of the bathroom, laying you gently on the bed as he fell on top on you.

You refused to unwrap your legs from around him , never wanting him to seperate from him as he peppered kissed all over your face. But you could feel he wasn't comfortable, he was hesitant.

"Jake" you call softly as he lifts up his head at you.

"i really didn't mean what I said" you cup his face and jake sighs, knowing you'd read his mind and sensed his guilt.

"i don't want you to feel like that's what I want from you y|n" Jake says , his voice heavy.

"i don't Jake. I'm sorry I said that" you lift up and kiss his cheek and he felt goosebumps erupt around the area.

"baby-" he looks at you shaking his head.

"i know you Jake. you're not like that. And I'm sorry I said you were , I just wanted to hurt you because I was hurt. And that was immature of me. Please don't let it get to your head" you say , still cupping his face over yours.

"i would never have intentions to use you like that y|n. I love you" Jake confesses . Your eyes widened and your heart sank.

"so much" Jake continues in a whisper , his eyes fluttering all over your face , studying the way you were turning red .

"I love you too Jake" you admit , almost like it's been too long that you'd kept that to yourself for.

A smile pulls across his face before he pecked your lips and turned to lie on his back next to you , pulling you to lie on his chest .

You kiss him again , your chest pressed over his. You could feel his heart thumping. His soft warm pink lips felt like cloud 9. You would do anything for him .

You wrapped your leg around his waist and lay on his chest , his breathing making you rise and fall along with it as you payed attention to his heartbeat, your face nuzzled into the side of his neck . He smelt so good.

"don't move out" he says , his voice almost begging. Caressing your back with the arm he had wrapped around you .

"I don't want to" you mumble into his neck and he smiles to himself again, holding you tighter.

NEXT PART

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I'm Right Here

Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader/MC

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Murder, Guilt, Injury, Depression.

Summary: Just before Sebastian killed his uncle, she was injuried. Now Sebastian has to deal with the guilt of not only the life he took, but the life he almost couldn't save.

A/N: hahahahaha this is pain. But also some fluff.

He shouldn’t be her. He shouldn’t be seeing her take deep breaths, shouldn’t be grasping her hand like a lifeline.

Shouldn’t be watching his best friend lie unconscious in the hospital wing, because it was all his fault. 

He’d led her to that blasted place—he knew she would follow. When hadn’t she? He was the one who stole that relic, who let his anger get the best of him. Now she was paying the price. 

It had all gone wrong so quickly. He’d barely had time to process the terror on her face when she looked at him, the Inferi pressing in around them, before his uncle came swooping in. And then the fighting had begun. 

Solomon had been the first to cast a spell—Sebastian had clung to that fact as an excuse for his actions, but the more he looked back, the flimsier it seemed. She had fought hard alongside Sebastian. Spells flew left and right, and Sebastian relied on pure instinct. Then there’d been a yell—a desperate cry—and she was down on the ground.

And Sebastian Sallow killed his uncle. 

The rest was a horrible blur—she’d lost consciousness soon after that. What would she remember, he wondered, when she awoke? Would she recall the horrible look on his face, the flash of sickly green light, the sound of a body falling? 

And would that be all she remembered when she looked at him? 

But those thoughts didn’t come until later. No, after the fight, after her eyes had closed, despite his pleading, he took her and ran. He brought her to the hospital wing, and prayed to any being that would look past his sins to save her. 

She would live, he’d been told soon enough. He didn’t know what he would have done had the news been otherwise. 

As he watched her, his throat began to constrict. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. He shouldn’t be there, he had to get out. 

So he did. 

The next several days were a blur. He hadn’t spoken to Ominis at all. It was better that way, he kept telling himself. He had betrayed his oldest friend so completely, there was no chance for forgiveness. Why bother fooling himself? Ominis had warned him time and time again, knowing that the outcome was inevitable. That it only brought pain. Why couldn’t he have listened? 

In addition, she was awake and well—it was a relief, but it also meant she could try to talk to him. Key word being try. He avoided her like the plague. They’d only had one full conversation since she’d awoken, and it was when she assured him that she would keep him out of Azkaban. He’d shook like a leaf for hours after that, so completely consumed by his guilt. It wasn’t even a full day until he regretted asking for her help in protecting him. Hadn’t he put her through enough? She should have sent him away. Like Ominis, she had voiced her concerns, tried to stop him. 

The nail in the coffin was the letter Anne had left in Feldcroft. He’d spent hours staring at it, numb to the world around him.

He’d betrayed his best friend. He’d failed to save his sister. He’d hurt the girl he loved. 

He’d lost everything. And it was all his fault. 

He began to ditch classes, spending his time wasting away in hidden parts of the castle. He wished the professors would punish him for his absence, but he hadn’t heard even a whisper of it. Instead, they pitied him, let him mourn the death of his uncle. It just made him crave consequence even more. 

There was a point where he stopped his pathetic sobs, where the guilt and regret were so strong he could hardly feel sorrow. The desperate sadness that had gripped him fell way into a cold emptiness inside his chest. He started to ask himself why he was still there, letting the walls of the castle haunt him. How long could he go on like this? 

He thought about running, for a brief moment. He seemed to be rather good at that lately. But he couldn’t. Maybe he liked the pain of seeing her—maybe it gave him the tiniest flicker of hope that she could move on. 

But over a month after everything had happened, he was still there. And when she stood in front of him in an empty courtyard, expression fierce, he knew he should have ran. 

He’d let his guard down. He always tried to keep tabs on where she was, just so he could avoid something exactly like this. But he lost himself in a weak moment and he was about to pay the price. 

“I can’t do this,” he told her. His tone was even and cold. 

“Sebastian,” she said, voice stern. “I’m not letting you run off this time.”

“I’m not letting you stop me.” 

But he didn’t move. 

He felt frozen in place, seeing her so close. Had she always had that crease between her brows when she was angry? It was a flurry of emotions standing before her—every part of him contradicted himself. He wanted to cry. Scream. Run. Hold her. But he did nothing. 

“You can’t keep avoiding me like this,” she said. “It… it’s driving me mad.” Her voice cracked on that last word. 

His eyes darted down to the ground, unable to take the raw expression on her face as the anger slipped away. “It’s better this way.” 

She scoffed. “Better for who? You’re wasting away, Sebastian. I can see that. And don’t you dare say it’s for me because you will never understand what seeing you like this does to me.” Her voice shook. 

He couldn’t give in. Couldn’t let what she said get past his walls—he fought back. “I don’t need your pity,” he spat. 

“It’s not pity and you know it!” she said. 

He shook his head. “What else would it be? Why would there be any reason you’d want to have me around, if not to try to rescue me like one of your bloody puffskeins?” He was shaking. His fists clenched in an attempt to hide it. 

“I know what you’re doing.” She took a step closer to him. “It’s not going to work. Stop trying to scare me away.”

“Maybe it should,” he growled. 

“I don’t care.” 

That fire in her eyes—the same fire that made him want to know her in the first place—burned brighter than it ever had. He only saw it clearly for a moment before his eyes started  to blur, unshed tears forcing their way up. Her hand reached for his shoulder, but he pulled away, taking a desperate step back. He couldn’t let her in, he couldn’t—

Her arms wrapped around him and he broke down in sobs. 

It hurt, letting all of the pain escape through the cries he had contained for so long. His throat felt raw and his head pounded—but it hurt less when he pressed it into her shoulder. He was holding her too tightly, he knew that, but he couldn’t for the life of him let go. Her hands come up to cradle his head against her, and he can’t help but feel like a child as she pet his hair, soft reassurances muttered into his ear. 

“I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s alright,” she said softly. “It’s going to be alright.”

That was a lie and he knew it, but he couldn’t help the way it seemed to soothe his aching heart. 

“I’ve ruined everything,” he whispered. “Anne, Ominis, Solomon, you…”

“Not everything,” she said, pulling away just enough to look into his eyes. “I’m right here.”

He shook his head. “And I can’t understand it. I… I almost…. You could have died and it would have been my fault.” 

She opened her mouth to speak, but he kept going.

“Do you know what that would have done to me? I couldn’t… I don’t think I could—” He took a shuddering breath. “I know it’s horrible of me, but seeing you on the ground is what haunts me the most. But all of this is destroying me. I can’t take back what I’ve done. I can’t undo it, I—”

She shushed him softly, and he realized he’d been losing his breath again. He tried to follow her as she took deep breaths. “You’re right, you can’t undo it,” she said softly. “But we have to keep going.”

“How?” His voice broke. He couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“I… I’m still trying to figure that out myself,” she admitted. “But we can’t do it alone.”

He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers. “I can’t understand why we’re still here.”

“Because I love you.” She said it so simply. As if it was the most obvious thing in the world—maybe it was. Maybe that’s what it took to go to such lengths for someone. 

“I love you, too.”

[stilespeters]

I don’t know if anyone else has thought of this but I had an idea for a one shot…?

It’s a Kai one. Maybe the reader is best friends with winter, they’re like sisters, and she’s dating kai as well they’ve been together for years even before cult kai. Maybe meadow is jealous of the fact kai is in love with reader and only shows his soft side to her instead of meadow I dunno. And so meadow persuades kai that she’s the mole he’s been worried about when it’s not so instead of winter dying… it’s the reader. The rest of the cult is in shock, and he feels so guilty as soon as he’s done what he’s done and then obviously when ally tells him that it wasn’t actually reader it was someone else he feels even worse and goes after meadow to get revenge. A bit depressing I’m sorry!

Keep your head up (part 1)

(part 1) (part 2*) (part 3)

pairing: Kai Anderson x fem!reader

a/n: i need to stop making these so long, i meant for it to be a one shot but it turned out to be 7k words so im dividing it into 3 parts. hope that's alright.

word count: 2328

summary: Kai thinks you're the mole and makes a life changing decision

warnings: sexual implications, violence, choking, kai being a bitch, meadow being a bitch, swearing

“I’m home!” You yelled as you rubbed your forehead and closed the door behind you. You had just had an awful day at work and you were happy to finally sit down and relax. You looked around and saw no one in your shared home with Kai, and you walked towards the kitchen. That’s where you saw Kai leaned against the counter with his back facing you.

“Hey honey.”

You walked up to him and embraced him, but something felt different. He didn't say a word, he didn't melt to your touch, and you stepped away. “Something wrong?”

“I don’t know,” he said in an awfully calm tone, “You tell me.”

“What do you mean?” you gave him a confused look and Kai sighed. “Don’t play dumb.”

You kissed the back of your teeth and closed your eyes. You were getting riled up by his behavior lately. He was getting more paranoid by the days, and each time you got home, he kept saying something about a mole. You kept reassuring him that it was probably nothing, but Kai kept insisting. It was getting exhausting and you sighed.

“I’m not playing dumb, what’s going on?”

He narrowed his eyes at you and you raised your eyebrows.

“I have found the mole.”

“You're joking,” you let out a chuckle but Kai didn't laugh with you, which made you believe that he was speaking the truth. You didn’t even believe that there was a mole in the first place, “Well shit, who is it?”

“He’s downstairs,”

The way he spoke was unnerving. He just looked like he wasn't paranoid at all. Usually when there was something like this, he’d be fuming with anger.

You didn't question it and Kai gestured for you to follow him downstairs. You wondered what poor soul would be chained to a chair. Kai was ruthless and you knew that whoever crossed him, was a dead man.

When you stepped on the wooden stairs, it creaked beneath your feet in an eerie sound. You never liked the basement and so you tried to stay away from the place as much as possible. But whenever Kai needed you down there with his people, you had to oblige and stand next to Kai.

Kai stood in front of the members and you stood next to him as always.

“For weeks I have suspected a mole in our midst. Someone who is willing and capable to betray every single one of us. Someone who'd rather give up everything we built, just because they want to and can.” You looked down as he talked to the men and women in the room. You wanted this to be over as soon as possible so you could just relax on the couch.

“Meadow, tell me what you found,” he began and Meadow stepped forward. You furrowed your eyebrows as the woman you despised looked at you with somewhat of an unreadable expression. You could faintly see a glimpse of a smile and you wanted to punch it off her face.

“This morning I saw Y/n place something in a vault in the kitchen. It was hidden behind a painting and I saw the passcode she entered to open it,” she started and you felt the anger boil as you realized she had been snooping. You had no idea what the fuck Meadow was talking about. “I found a recording device, and when I replayed it, I found that it recorded every single gathering we have had these last couple of weeks. I also found one plane ticket to New York that is set on Friday, which is in three days.”

You looked at Kai who was simply looking at you with a blank expression and when everyone stared at you, you began to realize what was going on. You let out a nervous chuckle. “What? You think I did it? You think I recorded it to use it as evidence? Why would I do that?”

Kai shrugged. “You and I are the only ones who know the password to the safe. Plus, you have all the reasons to leave me.”

You chuckled. “I can't tell you how much I’ve wanted to kill you these last couple of years I've been married to you. And trust me there were times where I questioned my own sanity, but I love you. Are you really gonna take this bitch’s word over mine? Your wife? Besides, I have stuck by your side for over 6 years. If I wanted to rat you out I would've done it way earlier.”

“It makes sense, Y/n. You told Meadow that you wanted to leave for New York four weeks ago, she recorded it.” Kai had a phone in his hands and as he pressed play, your jaw dropped. Immediately your voice was heard from the device.

“You know, sometimes I just have the urge to just leave everything and move to… I don't know, New York or something. Anywhere but here. Kai would probably kill me. but I sometimes just want to runaway from this life.” The audio cut off at that moment and you gritted your teeth. This was pulled completely out of context. You never planned on leaving. You glared at Meadow who stood like she was the most innocent person on earth.

“How convenient that the audio stopped there. I promise you, Kai. I'm no the mole.”

“Don't try any shit on me Y/n! Don't lie to me!” He suddenly yelled and you tensed. You hated when he was yelling. “I know what I heard on that tape. You were planning on leaving me, you were planning on going to the authorities! You were planning on destroying the life we built together!”

The vein in his forehead was protruding and some of his spit landed on your face. "Who do you work for?!"

"No one!"

"You fucking liar! Is it the FBI? Are you fucking working for the FBI?! Tell me you bitch!"

“No! Why the fuck would I do that?!”

"Stop fucking lying!" he barked "I don't know the reason why you you wanted to betray me, were all those years together worth nothing?! I gave you everything! I was fucking willing to destroy the world for you! And you fucking double cross me?!"

“Why the fuck would I do that? She’s obviously lying!” You pointed at Meadow but she crossed her arms and sighed. “I’m just being honest. You were planning on betraying us all and leaving for another state. It’s best this way that we get rid of threats. Divine Ruler would want that-”

“-Don't speak for me Meadow.” Kai sneered and Meadow shut her mouth.

When Meadow said that she wanted to get rid of threats, you started to understand what she was trying to do. You started to put the pieces together.

Ever since she was new to the group, she had been trying to befriend you. You had never really tried to get to know any of the members except for Ally and Winter, but as soon as Meadow barged in, she had tried to get close to you. At first you talked to her as little as possible, but when she came to you one time with wine in the middle of the night in the living room, you had opened more to her. That’s when you told her that work was killing you and you felt like you needed air. Hence why you said you would leave for New York if you had the chance. Obviously you didn't mean that. You were sarcastic.

Meadow had always been jealous of the life you had. She was simply jealous of your position in Kai's group. Plus, she was obviously in love with Kai. He was mean to everyone except for you. He only showed his soft side to you, and she was jealous that you got extra care, that he treated you differently than the others. He treated you better.

You realized this jealousy quickly after she had arrived and just to spite her, you had once kissed Kai while she was in the other room. That kiss turned out into a make out session and before you knew it, you were pinned against the wall with him sliding in and out of you. You had moaned extra loudly, spurring him to go harder and the only sounds that were heard from the room was skin on skin and loud grunts and your screaming.

Meadow heard everything and although she was hoping you screamed out of terror as Kai stabbed you, she knew better. She promised to herself right then and there that she'd tear you down and take your spot. But you had been with Kai for more than 6 years, so she had to convince him you were going to leave him. Kai was an emotionally unstable person. It shouldn't be that hard.

Now, the little shit had baited you and had recorded your conversation. She pulled everythng out of context.

When you came to that realization, your eye twitched and your jaws clenched shut together.

You snapped.

“You fucking cunt! You’re a liar!” You screamed at the blonde woman as you lunged for her, and she let out a shriek as you toppled her body. Your legs pinned her to the ground and you pulled her hair before you punched her in the face, but before you could attack her further, two strong arms pulled you back. You saw Meadow on the ground groaning while holding her bloody nose, and you tried to free yourself from the strong grip.

“She’s a liar! Kai you have to believe me!-”

Before you knew it, Kai’s pressed you against the wall. You felt your body being crushed and you whimpered as Kai’s face was a few inches from yours.

“Kai, listen to me. Please.” you managed to squeak out but his face was fuming with anger. No, that's not the right word. His face was fuming with rage. Pure rage.

You had never seen him like this. You had never seen him out of control like this and you felt scared. It wasn't the first time you felt afraid of your husband, but this time you were actually scared for your life.

Your eyes moved to the members of his group and you made eye contact with a woman who stood silently next to the couch.

“Winter, please you have to believe me,” you felt tears escape your eyes, “Winnie, please.”

Before you could plead any more, you felt two hands at your throat. Your eyes began to water even more from the pressure Kai put on your neck. You tried to pry his hands away but he was simply too strong.

It looked like he stared into your soul, and as you started to feel nauseous, he pressed even harder. The last thing you remembered was him pulling your head inches from the wall, before ramming you back into it with a loud bang.

Everything went black.

---

Kai remembered the day he met you like it was yesterday. It was the summer of 2010.

He remembered the way the birds chirped happily on a Saturday afternoon. He hated it. He kept rolling his eyes while he wished they would just shut up. To make things even worse, the bell rang while he was in the basement. When he called out for Winter, she didn't respond. And so, while cursing under his breath, he walked up the stairs to the first floor, and he opened the door. This moment was the moment he will never forget.

He was met with a young woman. Her smile was the first thing he noticed, and when her eyes looked up at him, he felt like time had stopped.

“Hi?” Kai started and you had a big grin on your face. “Hi! Is Winter home?”

Kai shook his head and he leaned against the doorway. “No, I think she went out to get groceries,”

He saw your grin falter but you still smiled friendly at him. “Ah, okay. Do you know when she gets home?”

“I think she left like an hour ago. She should be home soon,” he bit the inside of his cheek and looked you up and down again. He tried to be subtle, but he failed. ���You can come inside and wait for her, I don’t think it’ll take long.”

“Sure.” Your eyes lit up and Kai stepped to the side and let you in. The house was large but cozy, and you smiled when you saw a photograph of Winter on the cabinet. There were more photographs with the man who opened the door, and they looked alike.

Winter had mentioned to you that she had brothers, but you had never seen a picture of them.

“I’m Kai by the way.” he started and you turned around to look at him. “I’m Y/n.”

He felt his cheeks burn up and he went through his hair with his hand. You were absolutely a sight for sore eyes, and he never remembered any of Winter’s friends who were gorgeous like this. He found them all annoying as hell, yet you seemed like a kindhearted person.

The door opened and Winter walked in with two large bags. As she saw you, her eyes went wide and her face contorted into happiness. “Y/n oh my god!” she yelled and she dropped the bags and ran towards you.

“Winnie!”

You hugged her tight and your eyes clenched shut. You had missed her so much, she was like the sister you never had. You befriended her in college when you were her roommate, and ever since, you two had the closest bond ever. You loved her to death like a sister.

“Do you have your stuff?” she asked and you nodded. “Yes, my luggage is in the car.”

Kai looked confused and walked to the two of you. “Luggage?”

Winter smiled and grabbed your hands while she looked at her brother. “She’s staying with us for a while. She’s taking the guest room.”

Kai raised his eyebrows. He had not expected it, but he couldn't find himself to be angry at it. In fact, he was delighted. He wanted to get to know you better and this was the perfect opportunity. Usually, if it were someone else Winter brought home, he’d be annoyed and say no, but looking at your beautiful features and kind smile, he found himself liking the idea.

“I’ll help with your luggage.” He said and he walked outside as you followed him.

Kai remembered how you and he talked for hours and hours after the first meeting. He remembered that the both of you always had something to say to one another. It seemed like you had discussed every topic you could think of, yet you still had so much to tell him. He remembered the way his stomach hurt when he would laugh about your stupid jokes, the way his heart would beat a little faster when he was around you. The way your touch melted him in an instant.

The day you moved into the Anderson household, was the day Kai's world got turned upside down.

[kindlespark]

omg i was just going through ur babel posts and i was wondering if u had any more details abt the cohortswap au, it looked super interesting! love ur art btw <3

HELLO. I AM SO SO MAD THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER BC I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK FOR MONTHS but i haven't had like a single free hour until now ANYWAY OF COURSE THANK U SM FOR TAKING INTEREST

MAJOR BABEL SPOILERS AHEAD //

cohortswap is basically an au eren @chromathesia came up with where griffin and robin swap places in the story; robin is now the older golden child gone astray, and griffin is now the younger second failure. and the rest of the cohorts get swapped with them!

we have a lore doc that is like over 14 pages long but we are keeping the full thing under wraps for now because eren is writing a massive fic they don't want to spoil too early lmaooo

some foundational deets:

ramy still dies... so sorry. except in this case he and robin planned to run and leave babel for the hermes society together (the um. romantic eloping is implied but unfortunately i don't think either of them get a real chance to act on it), and they plan for victoire to stay behind to keep leaking information out to them. letty finds out and betrays them the same way; calling the cops and barging in with a gun and. yeah. except this time, because it happens outside their dorm rooms, robin manages to escape, and drags ramy's body across half of oxford to bury him in the garden of the old library. he is deeply deeply fucked up from this

professor lovell doesn't die... so sorry. furious about robin's betrayal, he blames it on robin being corrupted by spending too long in his home country, and rips griffin out of china early. but he realises very quickly that griffin isn't fluent in chinese and can barely hold a candle to robin's talent. he never tells griffin about robin but very much takes it all out on griffin, who grows up feeling compared to a ghost his whole childhood. when he first meets robin it all clicks, and he can't help but resent his older brother for the hell he got put through

to save herself, victoire sucks up to letty, tells her that she almost got hooked by hermes and wants out and to put it behind them after everything, and letty is so desperate to believe it that she pulls all her strings to vouch for her and keep her safe. victoire remains at babel and she keeps working covertly with hermes under letty's nose. my comic was about letty and victoire first seeing griffin in babel, and mistaking him for robin. letty doesnt take it well lmao but also in her bullheaded stubbornness starts to treats griffin as her second chance to prevent robin's "mistakes" from happening again lollll

so that's like the general premise! here's some other fun deets:

robin is... severely depressed but is determined to follow through on hermes' work and not give himself an easy out like ramy implied. griffin is so desperately eager for more of hermes when he finds out, but robin keeps him at an arms' length for ages because he's literally been wanting to die for years and is not prepared or willing to have a little brother to look after now. they end up butting heads more often than not and it's a very strained relationship (as griffin and robin's relationship is in canon)

when griffin fails his silver-working test, it's because robin tries to help offhand by giving him a matchpair he came up with. griffin can't get it to work in the exam, but worst of all, chakravarti recognises it as robin's work. he doesn't report griffin for it since he's also a part of hermes, but he tries to give griffin a second chance to come up with his own, and griffin can't, so he fails. up until that point griffin had been trying to hide from robin how little he knew, so the look on robin's face when griffin next sees him is unbearable, like, the mix of pity and anger that griffin didn't tell him, the disappointment that griffin wasn't the connection to robin's culture he wanted, the guilt that robin let lovell rip someone else out of their home, and now griffin knows exactly what letting down an older brother feels like. but it all happens in the half second before robin squashes it all down and gets down to business because there are more important things to worry about and maybe it's good that can't get caught up in griffin's life like this. to quote eren: "i think the worst part to griffin would be that robin just treats it like a setback. like okay, that's one less tool for you to use, you'll have to make up for that deficiency somewhere, moving on, when he wants robin to react as though it's personal to him that griffin doesn't measure up because it should be, because griffin's not good enough for their father (and robin always rolls his eyes when griffin tries to claim lovell and griffin knows why but lies to himself that he doesn't) so he must not be good enough to this tarnished golden child, the prodigal son that lovell tried to recreate. but no, he's just slightly more ineffectual gear within the revolution now, that's a slight hiccup at best and not an entire childhood snatched away from a boy whose clearest memory of canton is the smell of sesame oil in a wok" 

robin warns griffin about recruiting evie very early on, but doesn't tell him about letty or ramy for a long while because the wound is still fresh. griffin still persists, and robin is forced to whisk griffin out of babel after he kills evie. and he's just a mess whispering "you were right you were right im sorry im so sorry" because robin told him this could happen, but he let love and idealism cloud his judgments with evie, and robin has NEVER seen griffin like this, and any angry berating about griffin's stupid misjudgments die on his lips

griffin/anthony is so so very real. anthony is recruited by victoire separately, so griffin isn't even aware for a while and i think anthony actually held off on telling griffin bc of how close he was with sterling LOL. griffin and sterling had something insane going on at first, with sterling trying to be genuinely sympathetic to griffin's plight as an attempt to distinguish himself from his uncle's legacy, before the years drive them apart and griffin becomes aware that everything sterling conceded to him was merely lipservice. anthony and griffin get really close after they realise the other is already apart of hermes and post-evie as well. eren writes sterling as a critique of armchair radicals who see a sliver of violent liberation in practice and easily revert back into believing that the oppressed are savages. evie is a critique of white woman tears <3 i do believe she cries every time someone called her out for saying anything a little racist

yeah um there is way more and we both have comic/fic wips we're working on for the au but i will end this post here because it got so insanely long christ above. thank you so much for the question though i have soooo many thoughts about cohortswap au it's been absolutely taking over my brain

[descendantofthesparrow]

POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P16 - Epilogue

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Uma stared blankly at the busted TV screen of her mother's restaurant, a simmering hatred running through her as she watched Maleficent’s traitor daughter hang onto the king of Auradon’s arm, flushed and smiling-her plum purple hair tied back into a loose bun with her bangs flowing out.

It had been three months already.

Three months since the coronation, three months without a word from her “Friends”, three months without an invitation, three months of watching Harry hold hands with that-new girl-smiling and laughing without a care in the world.

Three months of slowly losing hope that they would keep their promise.

Uma didn’t want to believe they abandoned her, Harry had been her closest companion since they could walk, and Gil never thought twice about following the two around-even if he did drift away sometimes, he always came back.

But…he hadn’t come back yet, and neither had Harry.

It had been three months and Uma was losing hope.

“Honestly, why you even continue to watch this trash is beyond me Uma,” Uma glared at the voice she heard, not even turning her head to look at him. “Fuck off Barbossa,” Uma snapped, but Davy Barbossa only laughed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table, grinning sharply at the TV, which was still showing King Ben and Mal-who was rumored to become the lady of the court.

“Didn’t Hook ask king beast boy to bring you and his sisters over? Wonder what happened with that plan?” Davy said ‘absentmindedly’, hiding his grin behind his hand as he tapped his nose in ‘thought’, his grin widening as he heard Uma smack down a tray of food she had been holding while lost in thought.

“mm-hmm,” Uma just hummed, not wanting to talk about it, refusing to talk about it to someone she didn’t trust in the slightest. Besides, as far as she knew-things like that took time, she had no clue how long it took Ben to get the first six vks over, for all she knew-it was three months' worth of time to get everything ready.

“Honestly, it’s been three months, I can't imagine things take this long, just to get three people off the isle.” Davy said, still watching the TV, grinning as some reporters captured Harry Hook and (y/n) walking together around school, holding hands. (y/n) flipped them off and Harry laughed, tossing his head back.

Davy turned, seeing Uma staring hard at the screen. She was jealous-she would never admit it, because why would she be? She didn’t like Harry, they were just friends, and she shouldn’t be jealous of some girl Harry was now dating. She and Harry didn’t feel that way about one another, they were just friends, just friends.

It wasn't like they had each other's back since they could remember, it wasn’t like they had been each other's closest companion since they were 2, it wasn’t like Harry had stuck by her through her toughest moments(shrimpy, her broken leg, pneumonia), it wasn’t like they had promised to never betray the other(they had).

Uma didn’t feel betrayed, not at all…not at all.

“If I were you, I would scorn them both and declare war, I’d even help if you wanted it.” Davy said, clearly having been talking for a bit but Uma hadn’t been listening-she never found his words worthwhile anyway. Not when Harry was around, not when Harry would scoff and come up with a better plan, or fire back with quick quips and a sharp grin partnered with his hook.

“Shut it,” Uma finally snapped, having enough of this repetitive talk. This was the 5th time Davy had come into her space to taunt her about her boys, and Harry’s new girl. Davy just chuckled, holding up his hands in defeat, giving another glance to the tv-seeing Uma’s eyes simmer with anger as it continued to show Harry and (y/n), still smiling, still holding hands.

“All right, all right, whenever you're ready to face the fact that they abandoned you, you know where to find me.” Uma glared at Davy as he left the chip shop and she felt a low growl at the back of her throat. She undid her apron and threw it on the table, holding her head between her hands-staring at the tv screen that seemed to finally go from Harry and his girl to Mal and Ben, who were also smiling so sickly sweet that made Uma want to punch them.

It had been three months, and if Uma had to wait any longer-they would regret it. They would regret ever abandoning her.

-end of poyw rewrite 2.0-

Welp, there it is, I feel like there should’ve been more to this-but I’ve really lost my mojo for Harry again, idk; sorry. But yeah, Uma’s mad, feeling abandoned, she wants to believe that she isn’t-but with nothing coming from her best friends, and seeing them so happy without her in Auradon-and a devil whispering in her ear-it’s hard not to fall into darkness without her lights.

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[mayalli]

🖤 kissing while crying/goodbye kiss/desperation

...but make it Drakka/Yarra to feed my angsty little heart?

Skip…I don’t even like Yarra and this made me sad…there is no comfort here, only hurt…enjoy 😆

Drakka’s knuckles were white with the grip on his axe, staring down at Yarra and wondering what had gone so wrong that they wound up like this. It had been so long since he had seen anything other than contempt and anger in the eyes of his ex-lover, long enough that he had stopped asking himself how he had lost her…when…he had lost her.

Her squad lay dead around the Gates, and he had one final task before he would stand victorious, the new commander of the troubled Desert Clan. He wondered again what had happened to the fiery woman he had fallen for, why her focus had slowly turned from her people to the power she clutched at. The eyes that stared back at him were devoid of the fire he remembered, flat and emotionless. 

Drakka had hoped that confronting her would make her see the damage her paranoia was causing the tribe, not truly believing that this was where that would take them until it was far too late to stop. He took a step closer, tilting her chin up to look at him, feeling almost as if their places were reversed and he was the one about to lose everything when there was still no reaction from her. Her brows furrowed as he leaned down, bringing his lips to hers and gently kissing her a final time. Not even that stirred a reaction, and he drew back.

“Goodbye, love.” 

His whisper was followed by his blade, feeling a phantom knife thrust into his own heart when her eyes widened for just a moment at his words before going blank and dull in death. Blood dripped from his axe, the thirsty ground absorbing the liquid as soon as it touched and he tried to decide which way the scales had tipped for him; was he supposed to consider this something gained…or only lost?

As cheers erupted around him, the sound barely able to fight its way through the numbed fog enshrouding him, he wondered who Yarra had slain to become commander. Perhaps she too had looked down at a past lover, worn and changed so much as to be almost –almost–unrecognizable. Maybe his fate would be the same, the tribulations of leading the clan slowly wearing him down until he found himself staring up into an anguished face of someone he had betrayed, too far gone to even acknowledge them.

Too late to ask, now, he thought, kneeling beside Yarra’s body and carefully removing her tags. He would take them to the Memorial Hall when he went to report to Chief Hekarro as the new Desert Commander. It was the only thing left that he could do for her.

[umeumeumee]

heart to heart

ahsoka tano x fem! reader

as your eyes landed on the landing ship in your yard, you instantly knew it was Ahsoka who had returned.

A smile spread on your lips as you put down your towel, quickly taking off your floured apron and placing it on your counter.

You rushed out the door, excited to see her; but all happiness drained from you when you saw the look on her face.

she was.. destroyed . heartbroken. betrayed and.. so, so much more.

Instantly, your smile fell and you began to slowly walk to her. She looked up, her eyes catching yours as she began to walk towards you, but not to you.

Her smell breezed through your senses as she passed by you, sending you an apologetic glance in the midst.

You quickly turned after her, walking behind her and into the house, silently watching as she stare into the void as she took a seat on the couch.

eventually you did the same, not too close yet not too far. Your hand covered hers hesitantly, and she returned the favor by lacing her fingers with yours- but she was trembling.

your heart fell, shattering into a thousand small pieces of sadness as you wish you could take the pain she felt away from her.

“Ahsoka..” you whispered softly, frowning at the fact she could no longer meet your eye.

you knew about her Jedi past. Not much, truthfully, but you knew some. How her Master was a very kind person, dedicated and determined, but caring and silly. You did not know his name. You knew she had left the Jedi order as a Padawan, you did not know why though. She had told you about the Rebels she had been helping, but you knew no names.

You understand that she was still healing from everything she had endured. Wounds take time, and sometimes they take lifetimes.

“He…” ahsoka’s voice trembled, her eyes staring beyond the reality of the physical world. hurt, anger, betrayal, sadness.. every emotion in her eyes was present, yet only five truly showed themselves.

You scooted closer to her as you gently added your other hand atop the one laced with hers, gently squeezing.

it’s okay.

you didn’t need to say those words for her to understand. She let a deep, sad sigh escape her lips as she squeezed your hand back.

“My.. Master, He..” You could tell it was extraordinarily difficult for her to talk about him— and you wondered, is it only difficult to talk about him around you?

“He’s Vader.. He.. he turned to the dark side..” she whispered lowly, so low that if you hadn’t scooted closer, you wouldn’t have been able to hear it.

your heart fell once more, plummeting to the bottom of your stomach. You wanted to comfort her, to be with her; emotionally, but you had no Idea where to start.

“I had to fight him, he tried to kill me— he.. he wasn’t my Master, he wasn’t Anakin Skywalker. I.. don’t know who that was.” by the trembling in her voice, you discovered she had so much more hidden pain than she said; although, you had guessed as much. You let silence follow for a moment before you gently, and lovingly, placing a kiss to her cheek.

“I’m so sorry Ahsoka,” you whispered, tracing patters on her hand. “I’m so sorry.”

she didn’t cry, but some small, stray tears had left her eyes upon the reminisce of him.

“I left the order.. I couldn’t save him— if only I hadn’t left, He..”

You felt the regret within her, and you couldn’t take it.

Squeezing her hand once again before bringing it to your lips, you began to speak.

“Ahsoka, It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have stopped him from the decision he made. It was his choice, and you made yours, my love.” you said to her, watching as her eyes flashed with sadness again and again, recalling the same moment on loop.

You couldn’t truly help her, and you wished, by every single living force in the galaxy, you could.

“Would you.. like to rest with me?” you question softly, watching as she hesitated for a moment before accepting. You stood, and she did as well. Both of you made your way to the bedroom. You slowly say her down, about to go around when she caught your arm. Not daring to meet your eye, she dragged you to her. Resting beside her, face tucked into her shoulder and she buried her head into your neck desperately, wrapping her and around your waist.

Silence followed for a moment, and you could feel every time she opened and closed her mouth— debating if to speak or not.

“I.. I’m sorry I never told you much about my past.” she says, sadly. You only stroke her Montrals, “Don’t apologize. It’s your past, your memories. not mine. I’m here to listen if you would ever like to continue, and i’m here to listen if you aren’t.”

ahsoka always knew you had the perfect words to say. It was strange, how good you were with them. You always brought her relief, and piece of mind. Happiness, Joy and.. so much love.

A shaky sigh left her, saddened yet.. content. She loved when you laid in her arms— caressing her softly.

“My Master was Anakin Skywalker. He wasn’t just my master, but.. My friend, who was by me always— even when I decided to leave the order.” She stopped waiting a moment and letting herself nourish in your love.

“When I left the order, I went to the lower levels of coruscant. It was strange, being around all those people. But.. eventually, I had to go back. I was relived to see him well, two years later and he still had his classic smile. I..” you kissed her neck softly, nuzzling your nose against her.

“I didn’t want to catch up with him. I didn’t know that would be the last time I saw him. I didn’t know what he’d become.” She says, and you could tell she was scared.

“Anakin Skywalker is dead, and he was killed by the dark side.” Those words hurt even you, sadness instantly flooded you as you felt her hiccup, a drop of heartbreak soaking into your shirt.

“I also have been helping Rebels; two of them Jedi. I didn’t mean to get sucked into fighting darth vader, i didn’t want to see that side of anakin. I.. didn’t want to leave you.” she hugged you tighter, the grip she had on your waist increasing.

you kissed her again, and again and again, reassurance in each moment your lips touched her body.

“I’m sorry for everything.”

at that, you pulled back to look her in her blue eyes, searching for any type of lie.

“Don’t apologize, Ahsoka. You’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. please don’t think you did.” you say, quickly going in for a tight hug.

She returned it, placing her head where it was just a moment ago.

“I love you, so much.” she whispered into your neck, her voice sending vibrations.

“I love you more, no matter what. I will love you always.”

[silent-raven13]

This, right here!

Hobie shouting out loud to everyone in the meeting room: Everyone! Everyone! Shut up and look at me!

Miles: Bae... -Miles looked confused at his punker boyfriend up on the meeting table with his heavy boots covered in mud-

Miguel scowls: Brown get off of the table!

Hobie stomps his boot on the table: You can't make me! Just shut up and listen to me! -Spider-punk huffs-

Jess crosses her arms: I wonder what new Anti-capitalist thing he's gonna say. -she groans with Hobie's antics-

Peter shrugs: Maybe this time he's trying to get the newcomers to not join Spider Society.

Kaine sips his coffee sitting on the chair: Come on, Hobs! Your dirtying my newspaper!

Ben: It was a good Garfield comic strip, too. -he pouted-

The newcomers look confused as they look up at the famous Spider-punk. Gwen sighs: Hobie, we're really busy today!

Pavtri: Yeah, my dude! I gotta show the newcomers to their assigned groups!

Hobie huffs: Look at you! Is this what's all about? Being controlled and following directions? This is what the Government wanted you to be doing, this is how dictatorship gets you! We need anarchy to break the cycle and-

Miguel snap: Get to the point, Brown!

Hobie: Ahh suck ya muthers teet, mate! -Scowling at the leader of HQ for being interrupted-

Miguel sneered before Miles got between: Guys. Guys! Chill! -He turns to his boyfriend- Bae, maybe... you know I love hearing your speech on Fascism and the Destruction of Captialism, but maybe, you could get to the point this time? Hmm, please, mi amor. -When in doubt always have Miles to calm down the easily anger Punker. Miguel blink in surprise how quick Hobie turns pink and happy-

Hobie's eyes soften at his Sunflower: Okay luv! Kiss? -he bends down to receive a peck on the lips from his beautiful Sunflower- Love you!

Miles giggles: Love you, too!

Spider-punk stood back up: Listen up! I got set of rules to not mess with me! Three basic rules! Rule 1: Don't disrespect me! -He pulled out of his guitar- Rule 2: Don't force me into crap I don't wanna do! -Then he took another heavy step- RULE 3! This is the most important rule! And I swear if any of you fuckin' wankers break this rule, I will kill you! -He picks up Miles with ease into bridal style by surprised-

Miles gasps: HOBIE!

Gwen and Pav were cracking up seeing this while everyone looked at Spider-Punk.

Hobie went on: This, right here! Is me Sunflower! Hurt him or disrespect him in any way possible- even going on missions where you betray him! I will hunt you down and kill you! -He nuzzle his boyfriend being protective- Don't break these rules and we'll get along fine, right Sunflower!

Miles cover his face being super bashful and embarrassed by his Spider-Punk. Thing like this are romantic but too much for him. Miguel only rolled his eyes: yes, we know! Now, get down, Brown!

[viatagrinner]

Gilbert von Obsidian. I want to know the secret you're hiding. Chapter 2.

MC is on Gilbert's assignment to look for a man.

She uses the portrait the prince gave her to look for this man.

Everyone who has seen the picture praises it A saleswoman says she saw this man outside the bookstore where MC works.

Some old man pointed to a bar where stranger from the portrait frequent.

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Cafe.

The heroine calls Gilbert's drawings "cute."

Gilbert: ....Hey, Miss Bunny. Are you trying to pick a fight with me?

MC: No! I just gathered the evidence and laid it out based on facts!

The girl meets the prince at the cafe.

On the table are the sweets and tea we ordered, as well as an impromptu portrait of the man she was looking for, drawn by Gilbert.

Gilbert: ...Thanks to you, I can get rid of him. Thank you for your hard work.

MC doesn't understand why he needs help. None of the citizens know that he is an enemy prince. He is a young man with a cheerful smile, there will be people who want to help him.

MC: What kind of man is that?

Gilbert: A secret.

Gilbert: I won't tell you, even if you look at me like that. I won't tell you because you will never be involved.

(I lent a hand without thinking, but I wonder if it's okay.)

The waiter walks up and brings a snow-white cake.

Gilbert: ...I knew you secretly ordered something.

MC: It's your birthday, isn't it?

Gilbert: You remembered.

MC: In many ways, it's unforgettable.

The celebration was different this year. There was less anger.

He's still an enemy prince, but beyond that title, he has a mysterious charm that makes it hard to dislike him.

Gilbert: You never learn, do you?

Gilbert: Just like last year, I can betray/deceive you, right?

MC: Then please don't betray me. This cake is a masterpiece, right?

Gilbert: Ahaha, are you going to use it as a bribe?

MC: That's not what I meant, but... at least let me celebrate your birthday in an honest way.

Gilbert: Hey, I'm sorry for you, partner.

Gilbert: But I will accept Miss Bunny's good will.

Gilbert holds his own fork in MC's hand. He wants the girl to feed him.

MC: What's that for?

Gilbert: Just wait for "Yum"?

MC: ....I don't like it.

Gilbert: Oh, I have to tell you again, don't I?

(I'll do it myself or they'll make me do it...)

There are a lot of people around. And because of Gilbert's conspicuous appearance, she feels like everyone is looking at them.

Awkward. But how can she say no to the birthday boy?

MC: Well, how?

Gilbert: One more piece.

It looks like another gift from the girl: a chance to tease her.

MC feels her face burning as if she were on a date, but the prince was calm.

Gilbert: I wasn't interested in sweets before, but I tasted them in Rhodolite.

Gilbert: Now I like sweets. It's your fault, isn't it?

MC: ...I'm glad you liked it.

(I wonder why Master Gilbert's jokes are always bad for the heart.)

The prince was smiling and cheerful, but suddenly he shifted his gaze to the window.

The atmosphere had changed. The man from the portrait entered the bar.

Gilbert: ...If you've finished your meal, let's go somewhere else.

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Bar

The man was drinking alone.

Gilbert and MC watched him. The girl was drinking juice.

Gilbert: Hey, Miss Bunny. Have you noticed anything unusual around you lately?

The heroine wondered. She also wondered. How did the prince know about this?

Gilbert: If you have something to say, then say it.

Gilbert looked the same as when they were at the café, but she was strangely nervous.

The girl dares to tell the prince that she thinks she is being followed.

Gilbert: Hey, is that a stalker?

MC: ... What do you think?

Gilbert: You really are adorable, aren't you?

MC: What?

Gilbert: Yeah, probably the kind of person who subconsciously puts all men down.

(....I wonder if he's teasing me again.)

Gilbert: It's okay. I don't think you'll ever feel the gaze again.

MC: Why? .....

MC: ....Oh....

(....This is weird...)

(I didn't drink alcohol...)

(I suddenly felt sleepy...)

Gilbert: Because you're my only catch/prey.... right?

Gilbert's Masterlist

[pebblysand]

Hello,

Congratulations on finishing castles! It’s one of the best pieces of fiction I’ve ever read, I’ve always wondered what if Amycus wasn’t killed during the battle but was instead captured, how do you imagine Harry and Ginny would’ve reacted? I imagine it would be an absolute nightmare scenario for Ginny and I honestly think Harry would kill him in Azkaban but I’m interested to hear what you think.

hey there! thank you so much for your kind words (and for your question!)

such an interesting question at that. i think imo, what harry & ginny would have done depends so much on a third factor: what amycus himself would have done.

as you say, for ginny, this is her nightmare scenario. not so much him surviving per se (i think you sort of see that in the scene where she catches a glimpse of his body - she has bittersweet feelings about his death), but him potentially talking. that's what she's terrified of (at least in the early post-war days). that's why she's relieved he died. i think in a theoretical world where he lived but she could be certain that he wouldn't talk, it would be less of a problem for her. she doesn't have a desire to seek revenge (at least not until much later when the book comes out, etc.). so let's say in a hypothetical scenario where he survives but cannot talk for whatever reason (like he lost his memories or something) it wouldn't change much of the story as far as ginny is concerned.

but aside from that scenario, the question is like: would amycus talk? would he want to boast after his capture, or would he lay low? i think - and this is just my interpretation of the character - amycus is a bit of a coward, when you think about it. he takes advantage of girls because it makes him feel powerful (but how powerful are you, really, as a grown man sleeping with teenagers?), but whenever he faces the consequences of his actions, he cowers. when bellatrix tells him to lay off the slytherins, he does; when snape tells him not to hand ginny over to voldemort, he follows orders... like, under all the bravado and the demonstrations of power, he's not very brave. ultimately, he knows sleeping with young girls is something that could make his sentence/life in azkaban a lot harder. he's not a complete idiot either.

so, all in all, i don't think amycus would talk. but i think ginny would live in fear that he would. and, i think, knowing her, there would probably come a point, as the trials would advance, where she would be scared enough to want to get ahead of it and talk herself, so that she can be in control (control, again) of at least the way it would come out. in a weird way, i wonder if his survival would have made her #metoo moment happen sooner?

in terms of her and harry, i think amycus surviving would probably have nipped their relationship in the bud a lot sooner. like, i don't think they would have had the 98-summer-of-bliss the way they did in castles. i think ginny would have slept with harry after the battle, found out amycus had survived and put an end to the both of them immediately. too scared that he would find out, too scared that it would come out, too scared that he would judge her/not find her worthy. i could see them drifting apart, harry not really understanding her hot-and-cold-ness, and she just spiralling. i don't even know that she would have told him personally ahead of the trials/it coming out to be honest. then, he would probably have felt confused/betrayed... it wouldn't have been a great scenario.

so, as for whether harry would have killed him... maybe? like, i think in time, if they did manage to work through it and get back together, he would definitely have wanted to. but i reckon... idk if ginny would want amycus to die, tbh. if she was certain he would be in jail forever and not hurt anyone else, i think she would probably beg harry not to. it's the point in the book about women having to deal with the anger of men, even if it comes from a place of support, it's just... misguided, you know?

there's obviously also a possibility that she would still have trusted harry with her secret and that he would have wanted to kill amycus to protect her (so that he wouldn't talk at the trials), but there too, i don't see him doing it without talking to her about it first (even if only just to say "i'm going to fucking kill him") and her being like "please don't." partly because she wouldn't want to risk him going to jail but also partly because.... it's difficult to say but i think she really didn't care about alecto being obliviated because she thought she deserved it. i think her feelings towards amycus are... a bit more complicated.

but anyway, this is just be rambling on at a hypothetical. i don't really have a hard opinion on this.

[seventeenplug]

Does he Know? (Mingyu X AFAB reader X S.coups)

(Based on the song of Swedish House Mafia ft. The Weeknd - Moth to a flame)

Pairing: Mingyu X AFAB reader X S.Coups Genre: Angst X Betrayal X cheating Warning: Mentions of cheating; going behind someone's back; language warning and mentions of sex. Seungcheol is the king of manipulation. Summary: Whilst Mingyu sleeps by your side, does he know the texts and calls that happen right besides him? Word Count: 1.2K

"Does he know you call me when he sleeps?" Seungcheol's voice rang through your ear, phone pressed against your shoulder, Mingyu's back to you who watched him carefully. You kept quiet, lips tight into a line as you still looked at your boyfriend's back, his breathing was steady, and his back was strong, contrary to yours that was stood against the headboard filled with guilt.

"He doesn't" was your response. Behind the phone you heard the man's chuckle, his ego was big and having his enemy's lover in his hands had become his biggest challenger, but now, it was his most priced possession. He loved the fact that you called him every night, all the photos you would send in your underwear, or wearing nothing, the photos you kept in a secret folder in your phone.

He loved knowing he could make you leave Mingyu, over false hope with him, with a simple word "Leave" it filled his ego even more whenever you would cry for him. Where did your loyalties lie? Mingyu, until nighttime hits.

"I want to see you, so bad, darling" Seungcheol basically purred through the phone, your face turns into an expression of shock, your phone almost falling to the ground if not for your fast movement of catching it. Mingyu shuffles besides you, a sigh leaving your lips as you catch your phone turning to Mingyu who slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the light and analyzing the whole situation.

"Who are you calling this late at night?" he questions utterly confused. "Oh, just Yurim, you know, she's been having dating problems lately" you hurriedly excuse yourself, standing up from the bed and standing a few feet away from it. "You continue to sleep, Gyu. I'll just continue this in the living room" you chuckled nervously ignoring the obvious confused in Mingyu's face who used his arms to lift his upper body from the bed.

"I guess your lover boy is awake now" the sneaky man scoffs, you could feel the sudden anger in his voice, your own wavering as you try to steady your heart that beat rapidly as your breathing quickened. "Yes… But I think he believes it" you whisper, you look behind you checking if he had decided to follow you, but relax once you notice that the night in your bedroom continues off. "We better end the call now then" his voice snaps your attention back. "No! I mean… he's asleep, we're in the clear now, aren't we?" You cringe at your own needy tone.

You wouldn't know how Seungcheol's smile had widened, already knowing how whipped you were for his affection, something that was missing from your own relationship. "Mingyu seems good for you, all your friends love him as well" he continues to taunt you. "I love you, though. Please" you let out a shaky breath, wondering where this conversation would lead to. "Maybe, I mean. Look at us, Y/n, you're betraying him. We should end this" he knew what he was doing with you. Playing with your mind, once more putting you on the verge of a breakdown as he threatened, played you once more as if he was going to end it all. Wanting nothing more than to see you break, beg for him to stay.

"Please, don't leave me" you sniffed. You knew it was wrong, Seungcheol was right in his every word, Mingyu was good for you, he knew you like the back of his hand, he loved to care for you, watched you at both your best and worst. All of your friends loved Mingyu as well, he was your biggest support in their eyes. And your parents both accepted, welcomed and encouraged you to marry the man.

But what was it to you when he wasn't who you truly loved. The danger, the passion, the pain. It all derived from this one person. Anyone from the outside would say you're crazy, you're pinning over a man that you know will betray you a thousand times, hurt you. But you didn't care, because in your eyes, this man was all you had ever wanted.

He had seen you, been with you in both good and bad times, every fight and argument between you and Mingyu ended up with you sleeping in Seungcheol's sheets naked. "I won't leave you, baby. You know I would never do that. I just want you to be happy with Mingyu" he coos at you. "But I'm happy, with you" you cried, sitting on the floor, your back against the front of the couch. "Do you want me to pick you up? Maybe you can show me how happy you are" the smirk in his voice, was obvious. He wanted you to leave that house, but not the man.

Torture you both in such different ways.

You hum in agreement with a slight nod, he exhales a small laugh through the phone. "I'll be there in 10 minutes. Create some excuse" he says, hanging up the call. You sniff, using the paw of your sweater to wipe at your tears, standing up and turning around.

A wave of shock hitting you hard as you face Mingyu's confused face, eyes drifting from you and to your phone.

"Why are you crying?" Think. Think. "Yurim just told me that her ex boyfriend hit her, she never told anyone" you said, eyes down as you wiped even more tears. You were a terrible person. "Oh no! Is she okay? How can someone even do that to a person?" Mingyu said in shock, arms out to hug your figure, one of his hands behind your head and the other around your waist. "Right?" you sniff, hugging him back. "I'm so lucky to have a boyfriend like you" you say.

You feel his chest rumble, a small chuckle leaving his parted lips, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "I'm lucky to have you too" he smiles. "I'm going to spend the rest of the night with her, is that okay?" you question him, eyes meeting his. "This late? Do you want me to drive you there?" he asks concerned.

"No, that's okay, I already called for an uber" you smile weakly at your boyfriend who nods unsure. "Call me later though" you nod back. Grabbing a bag you fill it with a few necessities, Mingyu pecking your lips right before you leave and making his way back to bed as you enter said 'uber'.

"What took you so long?" Seungcheol asked, a hand on the wheel as the other moved to grip at your thigh. "He woke up. Found me in the living room. I had to make an excuse" you whisper. "Good girl" he praises, a smile tugging at his lips.

In the back of his own mind, Mingyu had his worries, the stories that made no sense whenever you cried, and then he got to see your friends and nothing seemed to match. But he let it slip. Maybe, your friend's didn't want him to know. Meanwhile, you were now laying in Seungcheol''s bed, a single bed sheet covering your naked body as you curled up closer to Seungcheol who held you close. Everything was good, until Mingyu maybe got the whiff of what was actually going on behind the covers, what you wanted to hide so hard. But for now, you enjoyed the bliss you were in, hiding from everyone and everything in Seungcheol's arms and bed.

Posted the 15th January 2023. Tbh, I had this good idea, but the writing itself was hard and this is not one of my faves at all...

[a-fate-fractured]

Getting Even...

Content Warning: Violence, Death.

After what seemed to be forever, she was back again at the start. Time to take the route she only took one time.

It only took a few minutes of her not following the sign she saw, and still pressing forward despite its louder and louder efforts to order her to not press on forward. She just rolled her eyes every time it urged her to turn back and leave.

The labyrinth that followed almost seemed like the place was getting desperate to get her to give up, to "turn back now", like what the sign said. It was almost like she had to be stubborn enough to keep going.

No wonder why she rarely took this route. At least now, something was motivating her and that thing was spite.

As soon as the light shone on her at the end of the labyrinth, she felt some things drop on her face directly where her eyes were before she could even dodge. They were metallic. Round.

They were coins. They weren't from anything or anyone, they just seemed to appear from the sky and fell from there. She took them away from her face with an annoyed groan, and placed them in her pocket as she kept walking.

The usual route she took was strange, but it never made this one any less. There were many things she was confused about. In fact, this one was weirder for them.

Was this route attempting to make her relive and recall something? Why did she have to use a lot of their energy to get there?

And why was the place so... cold?

Now, it wasn't cold in a physical way, no. It was cold in the way that it seemed to not welcome her. In fact, the usual route she took was at least welcoming in contrast, even though it felt just as empty.

All the confusion she felt was replaced with anger when the rippling sounds from a nearby lake reminded her of why she even went here in the first place.

She wanted to confront the person that has been nothing but a nuisance and a source of distress to her.

As she went closer to the lake, she clenched her fists. She gritted her teeth as she saw two figures appear at the distance, and her eyes twitched as their identities became clearer to her.

A boy, looking almost as old as she was, and his fully-grown partner. The boy's face was obscured by a cloth, but how he looked made him almost look like a mourner.

Kris: "YOU!"

They both turned to her direction. The dreary and solemn nature of the boy was slightly betrayed by how ecstatic, almost malicious, he sounded when he saw her.

???: [ A h , i t ' s y o u ! ]

???: [ I t h a s b e e n a w h i l e.]

???: [. . .]

???: [...]

???: [I almost thought we wouldn't see each other again.]

The way this stranger said them almost made her angrier. It was almost like he was doing it in purpose, almost like he was taunting her.

Kris: "I know what you did to my friend. Why did you do that? What's wrong with you?"

The yells she said to the stranger just made him cross his arms and speak in a tone that would almost make her break her teeth from how much she gritted them in anger.

???: [If you only knew what she's really like.]

???: [It's best if you don't trust her. It will save you from the distress. ]

???: [If you knew what she's done to you, you'll be just as angry as you are at me.]

Kris: "Shut up about her. Just... shut up, shut up, shut up!"

Kris: "Who, or what even ARE you? Why do you think you have every right to toy with us like this?"

???: [I don't think I do. I don't run this place. Go look for who's doing that and ask them.]

???: [hm. As for who I am..? you can just call me an old friend. Call me Gold.]

Kris: "An... old friend?"

Gold: [That's for another time. I know why you're here.]

Gold: [You're not here for answers. You're here for revenge.]

Gold: [Go ahead. But first, let's do a quick spar. You'll have to leave after this, and I wouldn't want you to be stuck here.]

And so, the battle began. It went the same way as it did before, the only exception being how angry Kris was at him.

Even though she was angry, she felt pity for his partner like she did before. The way it acted after the battle might always disturb her, as she watched it die and become anew like a messed up phoenix of sorts.

After the whole ordeal, she looked back at him. He didn't seem saddened by the loss, but he seemed concerned for his buddy. He looked at her after a short glance at the ground.

Gold: [There. The battle's over. Go ahead. Get even with me.]

Kris steps forward, and punches him in the face with all her might. He stumbles backwards, and wipes off blood from his face. She grabs a rock, and steps towards him with heavy steps.

Gold: [You know, killing me won't change things. The loop will repeat.]

Gold: [...]

Gold: [. . .]

Gold: [B u t g o a h e a d -]

Kris: "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

The girl yells as she bashes his head with the rock, over and over again. Blood splashes onto her shirt, and by the end of it, both of them were a mess. Him physically, her emotionally. His body laid still, unmoving. She was shaking, breathing heavily as she glared at him with dirty clothes and a rock stained red.

She stands up, and drops the rock as she realized what she just did. She screams.

After she regains her composure, she just picks him up, and sets his body aside. She almost wanted to throw him to the lake, but decided against doing so. Instead, she used the lake to wash away as much blood as she could. She then walks away, some parts of her jacket stained with a faint red as she continues the route.

The route continues, with some other people asking her on who she is. People that she assumes knew her before this all happened. Some of them did a double-take, noticing the evidence of a fight. Fortunately for her, none of them asked her about it.

As the route completed, she was back at the very start again. Her shirt messed up, but with the red bloodstains turning into a faint gray as if some black paint had fallen on her. She had a blank stare, and she sat on the floor of the tower.

Kris: "Gold... I think I remember that name. But where..?"

After some thought, she decided to leave, taking the route she often took.